#preschool teacher danny

[bloggerspam]

Jazz feels a migraine coming on. 

She rubs her temples, trying to breathe slowly and deeply. 

It was typical of Danny to dump problems on her, and being in their ~30s did not change that. 

She knew that the field trip was a bad idea! They were toddlers for Ancient’s sake, the whole point of this program was to help the more Liminal children grow into their erstwhile powers so that they could hide.

Not get rowdy at the Metropolis Art Museum and get caught by a meta working for the government!

She also strongly suspected that the meta in question was actually not a meta at all but an alien. Specifically Superman. 

Seriously, seriously, glasses and a hunch for a disguise? How did that even work?

Though, considering Danny’s disguise was white hair and being dead maybe she shouldn’t judge. 

In her defense, those are way more compelling of an argument than glasses and ill fitting suits. 

At least the NDAs were solid, and the Justice League wouldn’t come raining down on them. The GIW was already a handful to deal with and they were mostly incompetent. Hopefully they don’t give any reason for Superman to inform his buddy Batman about them. 

A knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts, and she took a deep breath before pasting on a professional smile. 

“Come in!” Okay, Jasmine. Meta school. I can do that. In and Out, steady heartbeat. He can hear it. Walk around the truth. 

The door opened, and Superman--Clark Kent walked into her office holding a struggling 3 year old. Presumably, Jon Kent. Cute. 

“Hello, Miss Fenton. Say hello, Jon!” The child in his arms harrumphed, but properly raised his hand with a happy little ‘i!

Clearly, H’s were still a work in progress. 

“Hello Mr. Kent, and hello to you too, Mr. Kent! Are you ready for your first day?” 

“Clark, please. I’m sure Jon wouldn’t mind you using his first name too, isn’t that right champ?” Jon seemed to finally settle in his father’s arms, clutching at the baggy plaid shirt and looking at Jazz confusedly with another i?

Well. We’ll work on that too.

She grabbed a clipboard before directing the Kents out the door, walking down the hall to Danny’s class as Jazz went over the game plan for the day once more.

“As I said when you visited with your wife last week, you’ll be sitting in on Teacher Danny’s class today, for about an hour. You’ll only be joining for circle time, but if necessary he could also join for lunch time right after. We have some extra portions set aside just in case.” They arrived at a bright neon green door that was ajar, one of the only two in the building, decorated with a variety of snowflakes each holding a child’s name. 

Billy’s name was already moved to the door opposite, which boasted large yellow stars instead. At the top of the door was Danny’s name with a little crown sticker pasted over the D. Star’s name on the opposite door had a little Moon over the a and r. 

“Oh no, that’s fine, we’ll be heading straight to Grandma’s after this,” Clark smiled at the doors, seemingly charmed. She smiled and gestured them inside.

“Circle time in our,” she glanced at Jon, “special needs classes are focused specifically on familiarizing the children with their...abilities.” Clark froze for a moment, before nodding at Jazz’s explanation.

“For the most part, we try to encourage the kids to feel safe inside the school, with parents encouraging the same inside their homes. We don’t want to constantly limit them, when it might backfire and cause them to lose control.” That seemed to surprise Clark, which had Jazz smiling a little sadly.

“We don’t want the kids to feel scared of their powers, just to be aware of them. The teachers mostly focus on limiting any possible dangers than the kids using their powers.” 

The room was empty and a little cluttered. A large circular rug with a snowflake pattern lay in the middle of the room, and on one side there was a kitchen-esque counter and sink. On the other side sat a low table with tiny chairs surrounding it. 

“Could you be more specific on what you mean by encouraging the children regarding their abilities?” Clark asked, seemingly a little confused. He set a squirming Jon down near the cubby area, where big colorful bins were filled with a variety of toys.

“Well, mostly when the children exhibit their abilities we don’t scold them or tell them to stop unless it’s dangerous."

There was a door that lead to the outside, the playground area, where the children currently were. Though she could already hear Danny and Star gathering the children to come inside. 

“They’re about to come back in, so you can probably just see for yourself soon enough. It might get a little loud--you said Jon’s hearing was fairly mundane?” Jazz brought up her clipboard to check the freshly printed page listing the children and their known abilities. 

Georgie - Flight. Minor telekinesis. 

Jon - Flight. Advanced Strength. Invulnerability. Possible Heat Vision. 

Jordan - Invisibility. Minor Ecto-manipulation. Possible advanced hearing.

Luna - Intangibility. Advanced Jaw strength. 

Marina - Flight. Esperanto. 

Clark nodded, “So far, it seems to be by normal human standards.” 

“I know it’s only been a week, but per protocol I need confirmation that nothing has changed since the last time we spoke--Kids tend to change quite rapidly at this age, as far as we can tell.” 

“Just one thing--he uh, he fried the shower curtains 2 days ago when he didn’t want to do bath time,” Jon gave a little giggle at that, as if proud. Clark, in contrast, just sighed.

“Ah. The heat vision developed huh?” Jazz chuckled, crossing out the “Possible” on Jon’s power list. Just then, Clark faced the door. A second later it opened to the squeal of children piling in. 

Jordan came barrelling in leading the pack, before abruptly stopping at the sight of them causing Luna and Georgie to crash into him. The three of them tumbled down into a tiny pile of children.

“Aaaand that’s a strike!” Danny chuckles from outside, before stepping in. Little Marina, as always, follows behind him, tugging on his apron strings. 

“Ya’ll okay?” He asks, though the children don’t answer and simply scramble to hide behind him after he closes the door. Marina finally notices the strangers as well, and starts screaming. Right. She doesn’t like men.

Jazz steps in front of Clark, asking him softly if he could put Jon down and kneel onto the carpet for a second, explaining that Marina doesn’t like men.

“Hey hey, whoa it’s okay! Remember what I said this morning? We have a new friend visiting today! That’s just his dad, he’s really nice.” Danny soothes, scooping Marina up and crouching to face the children. 

Marina stops screaming, hiccuping, but she’s mumbling in Esperanto now. Great. It’ll take a while for her to come back from that, but thankfully that’s a Danny problem. 

“They’ll be joining us for circle time, we’re gonna play the name game, remember?” Danny’s soothing must work, because most of the children are clapping their hands and squealing happily, save for Marina. 

Danny ushers the children over to the circle rug, gently placing Marina between Luna and Georgie, and makes his way over to them. 

“Good morning, I’m Teacher Danny! Welcome to the Special Snowflake Class.” Danny winks, shaking Clark’s hand and crouching down to Jon’s eye level. Jon nibbles on his hand, clutching and hiding behind his father’s pant leg with the other. 

“Do you want to come join circle time with us?” Jon looks over at the rug and hesitantly nods. He glances up at his dad, who nods encouragingly, before toddling his way over to a free space between Jordan and Luna on the rug. Danny gets up, grabbing the paper from Jazz and glancing at it. He nods at what he sees and folds the paper into his apron pocket then addresses Clark. 

“Been a while huh, Mr. Kent? Sorry I was so, uh, scattered that day.” 

“No need to apologize, Teacher Danny. I did sort of just drop a bomb on you.” Clark chuckles, waving away his apology.

“Right, well, you can join us on the rug, or you can grab a chair--there’s one folded up in the kitchen area--and sit wherever you like. Participation is entirely optional, though we would prefer you let us handle most of the work so you can see for yourself what and how we do these things. You can totally interact and talk with the other children if you’d like, and feel free to ask me any questions!” Danny explains quickly, waiting for Clark to acknowledge his words. 

“Got it. I don’t think I’ll join the circle, but I can sit on the floor.” Clark says, before both men look at her.

“I’ll join this time Danny, if that’s okay? It’s been a while and this one is a bit of a special case after all.” Danny nods, before they all make their way to the circle rug. 

Clark and Jazz make themselves comfortable on the soft floor outside the rug area as Danny claps his hands to grab the kids attention from where he stands in the space between Georgie and Jordan, closing the circle. 

“Alright, what should we sing today? Let’s sing....bumblebee!” Danny makes his hands into fists, rolling them one over the other, and the kids all copy him. It takes Jon a moment, but he catches on.

“Bumble bee bumble bee can you say your name for me?” Danny sings, before pointing at Jordan. 

“Jordan!” the boy yells, flinging both his hands up. Danny smiles as the children clap, before rolling his fists again.

“Bumble bee bumble bee can you say your name for me?” Danny says again, pointing at Marina. She covers her face with her hands and starts giggling in esperanto, so Danny answers for her.

“Marina! Bumble bee bumble bee can you say your name for me?” He points at Jazz this time, which makes her chuckle before she answers. 

It goes on like that, with each child answering in their own way with Danny filling in any blanks. 

An almost howl-like “Luuuuuna!” for Luna, an excited “Juhji!” for Georgie, an indulgent “Clark!” from Clark, before he points at Jon. 

“Jon!” Jon is bouncing now, except he floats, clapping his hands excitedly. Clark blanches, about to reach over, but Jazz stops him. 

“Uh oh, feet on the floor Jon!” Danny says, with Jordan laughing and falling over. Luna reaches over to tug on Jon’s pants, only for her hand to go through and making her pout. Jordan screeches with more laughter, Georgie and Marina joining in at a lower volume.

Jon looks at Luna very confused, but he at least floats a little closer to the ground. 

“Peepers creepers, peepers creepers,” Danny starts singing, putting his hands over his now glowing eyes and opening them to the tune. “Make sure they don’t glow!”

The kids start following along, though Jordan smacks his face with every excited motion.

“You don’t want the Guys in White to know!” Georgie’s eyes flash brightly, and impressively he manages to stop the glow much faster than usual.

“Stomp your left foot! Stomp your right foot!" Danny then gently stomps his feet to the tune of the song, the kids following along.

"Both feet on the ground!” The kids, including a now not floating Jon, jump down on both feet at the same time as Danny, before he stomps each foot one at a time for the next part.

“Step by step, make sure you only walk around the town!” Danny finishes the little dance with a spin, to which the kids clumsily try to do with varying degrees of success. 

“Good job everyone!” Circle time continues like that, with Danny leading the kids into little songs and dances.

Some of them are classics, like Head-Shoulders-Knees-and-Toes. Some of them are the ones they designed to help the kids keep their abilities on the down low. 

Clark leans over once, to ask about the Guys in White that come up in some of the songs. 

Jazz pauses to think through her answer, because she doesn’t want the Justice League to be involved. They’ve worked hard on their anonymity, incompetent GIW aside, and bringing the attention of Superman is bound to make problems. But what to say? And how to bypass Superman’s lie detecting hearing?

“We have these bad guys in our stories. The Guys in White. It helps introduce the kids to why they have to be careful about hiding their powers. The Guys in White are easily recognizable to the kids because they dress in all white suits. Eventually, as the kids grow older, we’ll start to incorporate other such...stranger danger ideas to them. They’re the...gateway bad guys, if you will.” Jazz says, thinking about the little picture books Sam made for the school with Star’s help. Not a lie. Just not the whole...truth.

Clark thankfully accepts that answer, which makes her significantly relieved. 

Lunch Lady comes in, then, thankfully walking through. When they asked her to provide lunches for the kids, she was more than happy to accommodate their request of walking like a regular human inside the school to encourage the kids to not use their powers that often. Equally thankfully, during the day her green glow isn’t that noticeable; she just looks like a pale old lunch lady.

She drops off the food onto the table, and walks straight out with a smile and a wave to either go back to the Zone or serve Star’s children if she hasn’t already. 

“Alright kids, the food’s here so let’s say goodbye to our new friend Jon!” The kids all wave, even Marina, some even saying a hearty buh-bye Jon!

Clark scoops up Jon when he toddles his way over, and he and Jazz start walking out the door as Danny bids his children to wash their hands.

“That was amazing. I was especially impressed by the feet on the ground song!” Clark is beaming, brushing the hair away from Jon’s eyes. Jazz smiles, proud.

“We’ve worked hard on this program, when we discovered some of our kids were affected by an incident their parents were involved in.” They make their way back to the lobby of the school leisurely, Jon humming and swinging his legs happily. 

“It’s great that you guys have this. It really means a lot to Lois and I. We were struggling quite a bit, since none of us have experience with a toddler having powers like this before...” Clark trails off, sadly. 

“Well, we’re glad to have you here. Part of the reason Danny and I petitioned for this was because Danny didn’t have anyone when his powers manifested. Just his two best friends who were equally out of their depth. We just wanted to make it a little easier on both the parents and the kids.” Jazz admitted, making sure to skirt the hows and whys. 

“That’s very admirable of you. It’s very impressive that you managed to create this program for them. I...I wish I had something like this when my powers manifested.” Clark confesses. 

“Thank you, that’s very nice of you to say.” Jazz smiles proudly, and they arrive outside the school in the drop of zone.

“We’ll see you tomorrow at 7:30am, then? Teacher Star is in charge of drop offs tomorrow, so she’ll walk you through the process before directing you to Danny’s classroom for the first hour.” Clark nods along, adjusting Jon onto his shoulder. 

“After that, we’ll have some paperwork for you to sign. There’s a coffee shop down the road you can wait at for the second hour while we see how Jon is on his own...” Jazz says, offering her usual spiel, before pausing and remembering they live in Metropolis and can get here by flying. 

“Then again, you could just pop back home I suppose.” They both laugh at that.

Clark looks around to see if anybody is around before bidding Jazz a goodbye and just. Flies away. 

She chuckles as she waves, before walking back to her office when they disappear into the sky.

She slumps into her chair, empty clipboard clacking on the desk, and sighs.

This will certainly be interesting, she thinks. A thought suddenly pops up.

Suffering Spooks. She’ll have to make sure Danny makes the ghosts stay away from Amity Park for at least a week.

She wonders if the Observants would consider Danny Royal Decreeing the ghosts away as an abuse of power.

Maybe she could petition the ghosts to hinder the GIW if they make any attempts on the town? Val and Sam seem to have it in hand, but you never know....

Well. It’ll keep ‘em on their toes, at the very least.

Preschool teacher Danny au

Danny takes his class on a field trip to a local museum and makes sure the kids keep a hold of the safety rope. Well things go slightly wrong when one of his students starts floating so he rushes to get him back on the ground which does require a little floating on his part. He thinks no one saw him since they were in a blind spot for the security cameras until he makes eye contact with Clark Kent and is immediately trying to figure out how to bribe a country boy reporter while Clark is low key freaking out at seeing a whole potential class of metas with a meta teacher

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 268

Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed. 

Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring. 

Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long. 

So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies. 

The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach. 

Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar. 

So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say? 

[bloggerspam]

Ok I am an inhuman mess for your Grunkle John AU, I am v curious about Preschool Teacher Danny AU

lololol well i can tell which one you really want to know about!

Here's both anyway, i hope it satisfies you:

Grunkle John Snippet:

“So, what did you need me for?” Kon asks, after a beat. Constantine sighs, and Phantom perks up at the sound, pushing him up and looking down at him. 

When no answer comes, he and Phantom share a confused look. 

“Grunkle John? What’s really going on?” Kon chokes on air, laughing. 

“I’m sorry, Grunkle John?”  Phantom turns to him, eyes glinting and grin smug. 

“Yes. Grunkle John.” Kon puts his hands up in faux surrender, but says nothing, trying not to laugh. 

Phantom floats serpentine around Constantine, before his tail turns into legs and he touches down softly onto the floor with his arms crossed.

“Well?” Phantom demands. Constantine grumbles something under his breath, crossing his arms as well. 

“What?” Constantine sighs. 

“I said. You were complaining too much that my enemies were weak.”

There’s a silence, before: “...and?”

“And….” Constantine says, before gesturing pointedly at Kon. 

A beat.

“Did you just set up a play date between two super powered teenagers?”

Kon chokes on his spit. ====

Preschool Teacher Danny AU:

“What’s wrong Jon?” Danny smooths a hand over his forehead, trying to see if maybe he’s feeling a little warm. 

Jon shakes his hand off, scrunching up and rubbing his nose on his own shoulder as best he can. “Feels weird.”

Danny picks him up to set him on his feet, except the second the kid in in the air a bunch of peas fall out from Jon’s shirt. 

The three of them stare at the peas on the floor. It’s….it’s an absurd amount of peas. 

A lot of them are mushed. Luna is giggling, and looks like she might go down to smoosh more. Jon is wiggling his feet, and the more he moves more peas fall out. 

“What…..what did you have for breakfast today Jon?” Danny says, still absurdly confused. They had pizza for lunch today.

“Pancakes…” Jon says, moving his arms up to try and hold onto Danny’s neck. Danny reflexively brings the boy up, and feels a couple of peas squish under the poor kids shirt. 

“Right. Of course. Makes perfect sense.”

[satoshy12]

De-aged Danny at Gotham University with Jazz

After somehow waking up as a preschooler, Danny wasn't sure what to do. His parents and others were unsure of what to say or do. And as it turned out, they weren't even trying to fix it. As it's again Adorable baby Danny, they can fix it later.

Later Jazz was told to babysit her baby brother while their family was away, something with the G.I.W. or similar in amity park.

So she just took him with her to school. And the funny thing was that the professors accepted him because he didn't scream and make problems. He could stay and listen to the class.

+ Out of sheer boredom, Danny started working on the tests the students were taking, completely unaware that they were considered difficult.

To the teachers' delight, he aced every exam he took. From math to History or Art.

+

Meanwhile, Tim sat in shock, frozen in place until someone had to nudge him to move.

"What's going on?" Damian shouted, breaking the silence.

The engineering professor replied, "He didn't get first place on the test, so he's stuck like this."

"So?" Dick interjected, looking puzzled. "It's not the first time."

The professor added, "He lost to the little sibling of our top student."

He gestured to little Danny, who was strolling past them. Dick did a double take while Damian burst out laughing.

[new-revenant]

Twenty something year old Danny becomes a preschool teacher to a class of young meta and liminal kids, he helps to keep the kids calm when they discover their abilities and is genuinely one of the better teachers at the school. He's also a part time member of the Justice League. He's in the middle of a meeting when he gets a call from a freaked out substitute teacher saying one of the kids is stuck halfway through the wall and doesn't know what to do. Danny excuses himself and explains that one of his kids is having a small problem and he'll be right back and then leaves not realizing the chaos he left behind in his wake as the Justice League believe that Phantom has multiple kids and is a single father

I love teacher!Danny AUs, they are always so wacky and fun. And this seems so sweet! I love misunderstanding plots where the misunderstanding is something super simple. And plots where characters think someone is talking about their children children, when they’re actually talking about their students or something. Basically I love this prompt <3

So the JL know Danny is Phantom and stuff, probably are also away that’s he’s a ghost. Danny says that one of his kids is stuck in a wall at school and the substitute teacher is freaking out, so he’s gotta go real quick. Once he leaves one of the members(I’m thinking Flash because…I like him)is like, “Soo…wanna bet on how many kids he has? I’m guessing three-no-four.” The meeting quickly devolves into this conversation, until Batman or someone else steers it back.

After the meeting, rumors spread through the JL about Danny’s kids, and many bets are made. It takes them a while for everyone to figure out that Danny is just a teacher and not a father. Some figure it out faster than others though, but they think it would be funnier if they go along with the father Danny idea. Batman definitely knows what’s going on, he should know what Danny’s job is at the very least. He does consider the fact that maybe he might be a father, but that thought is short lived.

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!Reader Series

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

Summary: Will's birthday party brings back some familiar faces and gives Eddie the perfect opportunity to make amends with Corroded Coffin, but an unexpected interruption might have him hurtling towards his old ways.

Warnings: some dirty talk (18+ only just in case), drinking/drunkenness (everyone is over 21), pregnancy and labor complications, mentions of past bullying

WC: 8.2k

Chapter 14/20

Divider credit to @saradika Special shoutout to @storiesbyrhi and @corroded-hellfire for helping with the fluffy sections and making this piece strong.

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Afternoons at Hawkins Preschool are predictable: storytime on the carpet is followed by the kids’ pack-up routine, and once all belongings are shoved into their proper backpacks, they file out the door to go home. 

Predictable is good. It’s safe. And it certainly doesn’t include a fire drill half an hour before dismissal. 

Herding nine children through the bustling hallways and trying to ensure no one is left behind is overwhelming enough. Factor in the ear-splitting alarm and the surge of adrenaline pulsing through your students once they re-enter your classroom, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for chaos. 

Instead of fighting a losing battle to keep the kids calm and quiet, you’d opted to plunk them down with myriad art supplies and called it a day. 

Now, after the last student had been picked up, you and Will are left cleaning the mess they’d made. Broken crayons are scattered across the tabletops, there’s Play-Doh of various colors stuck to the floor, and gold glitter—when did you even acquire glitter?—dusts every surface. 

“Seriously…who thought that that timing was a good idea?” Will grumbles, tossing a Crayola stub into the crayon basket. He adopts a nasal, mocking tone. “‘What would help out our teachers? Oh, I know—let’s interrupt their dismissal routines!’”

You laugh despite your own exhaustion. Somehow, you’ll have to muster up the energy to tutor Harris tonight. 

Will reaches into the cupboard to grab his car keys, turning back around with a smile that he only offers you when he needs something. “Could I ask you for a little favor?”

There it is. “How little?” You cock one brow as you clip a stack of papers together.

“Eensy weensy. Miniscule. Microscopic–”

“The more you say it, the less I believe you.”

“Okay, okay,” Will acquiesces, twirling his keyring around his forefinger. “So, for my birthday thing on Saturday…a bunch of my childhood friends are gonna be there. Mike, Dustin, Suzie, Lucas, Max, Jane…” he lists them, ticking off each name on his fingers. “Anyway, I was hoping that maybe you could talk to Eddie about a Corroded Coffin reunion? I know they’re on a hiatus or whatever, but if anyone can convince him to play, it’s you.”

He’s not wrong; you’re the most likely person to get Eddie to do, well, anything. But asking him to make amends with Danny and Gareth and getting their band to play a gig three days from now seems like a mountainous task.

Will is staring at you, hands clasped together pleadingly. He’s too optimistic for his own good, and you can’t help but give in.

“Fine, I’ll try. But–hey, don’t get excited yet,” you warn when he pumps his fist in celebration. “‘Try’ is the key word here. I’m not making any promises.”

Your admonition goes unheeded as Will already considers it a victory. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You give him a small, tight-lipped wave as he dashes out the door. You and Eddie were already planning to attend the party; you’d spent part of last night scouring an art store for the perfect gift. And he and Jeff were back to being thick as thieves…maybe this could work. 

“All right, Mr. Harris,” you say with a laugh, hurriedly placing tiles of various shapes in front of him. You need to make the most of the few minutes you have left until Eddie arrives. There’s a soft, familiar flutter in your stomach as you think about seeing your boyfriend, but you know you can’t compete with him for Harris’s attention. “Can you find the…trapezoid?” The inflection in your voice makes it sound like a much more exciting task than it really is, and you hope it’s enough to wrangle his focus. 

Harris pokes out his tiny pink tongue as he assesses the tiles. He initially reaches for the blue rhombus, but as soon as his little finger touches it, he pulls away as though it’s on fire. “No…that’s not it.” You tuck your lips into your mouth to suppress your amusement as he thoughtfully taps his forefinger on his lips. A solid ten seconds pass before he triumphantly snatches up the correct tile. “Got it!” he beams, showing off the red trapezoid in his hand.

“You did! You got the trapezoid!” You hold up your hand for a high-five, frowning when he shakes his head. His overgrown curls brush along his eyebrows, and you wonder if it’s your place to suggest that Eddie take him for a haircut. “No high-five?”

“Nuh-uh,” Harris protests, now swiveling his whole body in defiance. “I want…tickles!” He holds his arms out, leaving his torso wide open.

Lips pursed in faux consideration, you lower your voice to a hushed whisper. “Hmm…I think that warrants a visit from the Tickle Monster!” You flex your fingers so they resemble claws; he instinctively scrunches up in anticipation, arms tucked into his stomach. You let out your silliest wicked cackle as your fingers dig mercilessly into his sides in pursuit of his most ticklish spots. Delighted peals of laughter emanate from his chest, and you don’t stop until the buzzer rings, signaling Eddie’s arrival.

Harris’s eyes get wide, mischief dancing behind his pupils. “Do you think the Tickle Monster should get Daddy?” he asks, keeping his voice low despite it only being the two of you. 

“Oh, absolutely.” You buzz Eddie in while formulating the game plan aloud. “I’ll grab the pizza and you go on the attack. Once the food is secured, I’ll join you.” You stick out your pinky, and he wraps his own around it. 

“Ms. Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

His words turn your heart into a chocolate chip cookie fresh out of the oven, ooey gooey and destined to crumble if handled too harshly. “I love you, too, Harris,” you manage, blinking back embarrassing tears. The flood of emotion is absurd; he probably tells his stuffed animals that he loves them with the same fervor, but you can’t deny the adoration with which he looks at you.

He flings his arms around you in a hug, squeezing tight. Face pressed to your ribs, his words are muffled but still audible when he says, “I don’t know why Daddy says it’s hard to say ‘I love you.’”

He doesn’t have time to further elaborate before Eddie’s knocking on the door. “Special delivery for my two favorite people!” Your heart beats faster with the knowledge that he’s on the other side, that you’ll be able to sneak in a kiss or two. 

You and Harris share devious grins, the little boy emulating your monster-esque stance from earlier. He creeps behind you on his tiptoes, and bites back a giggle when you slowly open the door, counting down from three under your breath.

“Hi–whoa!” Eddie stumbles back as Harris barrels into him, little fingers dancing across his lower stomach. You quickly snatch the pizza box from Eddie’s grasp and place it on the table before darting back to where his son has ambushed him. You start on his bicep and let your nails travel upwards until they reach the crook of his neck. 

“I’m under attack!” Eddie yelps, twitching this way and that way in a meager attempt to protect himself. “I bring you pizza and this is how I’m repaid?” He easily scoops Harris into his arms, flinging him over his shoulder. Harris lets out an exhilarated squeal, carelessly kicking his sock-clad feet into his dad’s chest. “Jesus, little dude. You’re getting too strong.” Wincing slightly from the pinch in his back as he places the boy on the floor, he gives his tush a little pat and tells him to wash up for dinner, reminding him to use soap and water.

As soon as Harris scampers off into the bathroom, Eddie’s grabbing you by the belt loops of the wide-leg jeans you’d changed into when you got home. One hand slides around your waist and the other finds purchase on your cheek as he kisses you deeply, keeping a listening ear out for the telltale pitter-patter of Harris returning. 

“Missed you,” he murmurs into your mouth, and you shiver at the intimacy this closeness brings.

You laugh quietly, biting your lower lip. “We just saw each other this morning,” you remind him, sneaking in another quick peck.

Eddie shakes his head. “Y’know what I mean. Can’t do this while you’re on the clock,” he counters, shifting his grip so both hands rest on either side of your face. You think he’s going to kiss you again, but he just gazes into your eyes. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you today.” He rests the slope of his nose on yours, only snapping out of his trance at the sound of Harris rapidly switching the faucet on and off. “Let me go check on him before this place is underwater,” he whispers, giving your own ass a smack as he shuffles towards his mischievous son, a cheeky grin deepening his dimples.

You do your best to compose yourself, heat creeping up your neck and into your face. Busying yourself by placing pizza slices onto paper plates does little to distract you; it’s as though every neuron is dedicated to flooding your brain with Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. 

The way the pads of his fingertips brush against your cheeks when he holds your face. The plush moisture of his lips when he kisses your forehead. The tickle of his brown tresses when he nuzzles into you and takes a deep breath, finally able to relax after a long day. 

“Are you expecting a guest?” Eddie pipes up from the kitchen entrance. A perplexed frown overtakes your lips until he gestures to what you’ve laid out in front of you: four slices of pizza, two plain and two with olives, on four plates. 

Your vision gets a bit fuzzy with tears when you realize what you’ve done. “No, it’s, um…” Nostrils flare as you huff out a short puff of air, hot under your nose. “Force of habit, sorry.” You’ve been so diligent about only serving three slices, but your preoccupation with his touch had your mind drifting from the task at hand.

It takes him a moment to process what you mean, but when he does, his face falls. It was for Grandma. “It’s okay,” he says, cringing as the words leave his mouth. Because it’s not okay that you’re sad; it’s normal, but frustration still tugs at his heart that he can’t take it away.

It feels wrong to return the slice to the box, so you leave it where it is. Eddie balances the three plates, sliding a plain one in front of Harris. The boy digs in hungrily, sauce caught on the edges of his smile.

“How was work?” you ask Eddie, grabbing a napkin from the pile in the center of the table. It’s a simple question, one that people ask each other all the time, but it stirs up a warmth inside of him. It’s you asking him, fostering a domestic routine that he could follow for the rest of his life. He’d walk through the door of your house, wiping his shoes on the welcome mat you two had picked out together. The kids–Harris, plus another Little Munson or two–would practically knock him down trying to greet him, and he’d engulf them in bear hugs before reaching out to you, kissing your forehead with a murmured, “there’s my girl.”

“Eds?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, it was good.” He stumbles over the words, trying to clear his head of the fantasy he’d conjured up. “Lotsa paperwork, y’know.” He takes a bite of pizza, chewing thoughtfully. “What about you?”

You shrug, watching amusedly as Harris sinks his teeth into his slice and manages to pull all of the cheese off of the crust in one fell swoop. “The usual. The kids are learning about springtime, so Will decided to do a craft making flowers using finger paint and their handprints.”

“Sounds messy.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you agree with a weary grin, “but it was super cute, and Will is great with all that art stuff.” You excuse yourself from the table to get the water pitcher and three glasses, stopping when you remember your TA’s request. “He also asked me if a certain local metal band could play his birthday party on Saturday…?”

Eddie pauses mid-chew, nearly choking on his food. The cheese seems to congeal in his mouth when he tries to speak. “Um, I don’t know about that,” he finally manages, nervously massaging the back of his neck. “I haven’t talked to Danny or Gareth since…”

“I know, but you said you wanted to make things right with them,” you point out. “Maybe Jeff can test the waters? See if they’re ready to talk to you?”

“Maybe.” He averts his gaze, staring at the pizza slice without taking another bite. 

You don’t want to further push the subject in Harris’s presence; instead, you turn your attention to the little boy. “Anything fun happen at school today, Har?”

“Nah,” he responds automatically just a half-second before his eyes light up. “Actually, yeah! My friend Charlie ate a bug at recess today!”

“Ew!” you exclaim, wrinkling your nose in pure disgust, as Eddie simultaneously poses the question, “what kind of bug?”

“An ant,” Harris answers his dad nonchalantly, as though ant-eating is an everyday occurrence. Perhaps it is, which is even more unsettling. 

“Did you eat any bugs?” You’re afraid of his response; you’re unsure why you even asked in the first place. 

To your relief, he shakes his head, a forlorn look on his cherubic face. “No, I couldn’t catch any in time.”

“Thank God for small miracles,” you mutter, turning back to your original task of getting something to drink. Though if the topic of bug consumption continues, you’ll need something much stronger than water. 

Could Corroded Coffin play again?

It’s a thought that consumes Eddie for the entirety of his drive home, barely able to listen to Harris yammering about how there’s a coin in his jacket pocket that he doesn’t remember putting there. He throws a few lackluster mhms his son’s way and hopes he’s too distracted by the mystery coin to catch on. 

We’re getting the band back together. Well, if Jake and Elwood Blues could swing it, maybe he could, too. 

He waits until Harris is asleep to call Jeff. Getting his son to do his bedtime routine is easiest on Wednesday nights; he’s usually exhausted after a full day of school and tutoring. The one time that Eddie could use an excuse to procrastinate, Harris is out like a light. 

Go to voicemail go to voicemail go to—

“‘Lo?”

Shit. “H-Hey, man,” Eddie begins awkwardly. “How’s it going? Viv doing okay?”

“We’re good. She’s ready to have this baby already. I reminded her, ‘just two more weeks,’ but then she told me to ‘fuck off’ until I’m the pregnant one, so…” he chuckles, more nervous than amused. “Everything good with you? Harris?”

“Yeah, we’re fine. Just, um,” he struggles to find the words, blurting out the first ones that enter his brain. They come out in a rush before he can stop them. “Do Gareth and Danny still hate me?”

Jeff takes a sharp breath in; his reaction does nothing to temper Eddie’s nerves. “They never hated you. They were just…disappointed? Jesus, I sound like my mom.” 

Eddie misses his friend’s anecdote, too wrapped up in his head to fully pay attention. Somehow, disappointed stings worse than the prospect of being hated, especially when the people he’s let down are ones who used to idolize him. “Do you think there’s a way they could be…undisappointed in me? Like, enough to forgive me and maybe play a gig this weekend?”

There’s an extended pause, and then a one-word response: “Christ.” 

Eddie can picture Jeff rubbing his eyes in exasperation, and he scrambles to explain. “Will Byers–you remember him? He was in Hellfire; had that weird bowl cut thing going on?”

“Mhm.”

“He’s having a birthday thing at the Hideout on Saturday and asked if we could play. Just a coupla songs.”

Jeff thinks for a moment; Eddie can hear him drumming his fingers on a nearby surface.

“Why don’t you come over tomorrow night around…6?” he ventures. “I’ll invite the guys and we can…I dunno, figure something out.”

“Thanks, man. I owe you.” He’s about to hang up when he remembers to ask, “Can I bring Harris?”

“Of course.”

“Har, slow down!” Eddie’s barely unbuckled his son’s car seat before Harris has wriggled out of the sedan, bolting straight for Jeff’s door.

“But I haven’t seen Uncle Danny and Uncle Gareth in forever!” he laments, reaching the house far faster than Eddie. He stands on tiptoes and rings the doorbell like a madman, forefinger jamming into the button at warp speed. “Uncle Jeff! It’s me!”

Jeff opens the door with a huge smile. “Mini Munson!” He scoops the boy up into a hug. “What’s new with you, little dude?”

“I got a wiggly tooth!” Harris exclaims, jutting out his jaw and pressing his tongue against the front center of his mouth. Sure enough, the baby tooth moves slightly forward, and he giggles. “Daddy says the Tooth Fairy’s gonna come and leave me a dollar,” he matter-of-factly reports. He peeks his head over Jeff’s shoulder, squealing and squirming out of his grip when he spots the two men sitting on the couch. He flings himself onto the sofa and plunks himself down into Gareth’s lap. “Hi!”

“Hey, kiddo!” Gareth chirps. “You’re getting so big.”

“‘M five now. I had a birthday party because I turned five.” He splays out his palm to offer five fingers. 

“Did your friends go?”

“Yup!” Harris beams at the memory. “An’ Daddy an’ Grampa Wayne an’ Ms. Sweetheart.”

Danny furrows his brows. “Who’s Ms. Sweetheart?”

“She’s my almost-mommy. Daddy has to fall in love with her first.” 

“Is that so?” Gareth smirks at Eddie. His teasing look is the first crack in the wall that has separated the men for the last six months, and though Eddie is thoroughly embarrassed, it alleviates some of his anxiety.

“Uh, Har Bear, why don’t you go hang out with Auntie Viv while I talk with the guys?”

Viv holds out her left hand, looking utterly exhausted. Her right hand rests on her bump, eyes sending a telepathic message to Jeff that they have five minutes—ten minutes, if Harris behaves well—to come to a solution before she needs a break. 

Silence filters into the room as Eddie fumbles to address the mess he’s made. If Danny and Gareth are here, they’re at least willing to listen to him, which is honestly farther than he’d assumed he’d get. 

He remembers what Harris said about apologizing; technically, what you’d taught him about apologizing: the act of saying sorry, not merely implying it, makes a world of difference. 

“I was an asshole,” he starts. It’s not his most eloquent statement, but it certainly gets the point across. “Not just that night at the Hideout, or at our last practice. I was an asshole for a long time before that. And…I’m sorry.” It feels good to say it; it feels even better that they’re nodding, seeming to believe him. “You guys didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Of the rest of the band, Gareth is the one to speak first. “I guess I’m just wondering, why? Why be an asshole to us? We’ve always been there for you.”

“I know.” Eddie fiddles with a thread hanging from his t-shirt, pulling on it until it snaps off. He shoves it in his jeans pocket, not wanting to mess up Jeff and Viv’s place. “Honestly…I’m not sure, but I think it’s because you guys are everything I’m not.”

“What are you talking about?” Danny asks, tone heavy with disbelief. 

“In high school, I was the one you looked up to. The person you wanted to be like. And then I had a kid with some random chick I thought I knew but barely did, gave up my dreams of being a musician, and started selling weed again just to scrape by. And here you guys are. Jeff,” he motions to the friend leaning against the sofa’s arm, “you have a baby on the way with the love of your life. And all of you have goddamn college degrees and jobs that you don’t despise and don’t require you to hide from the law.” He shoves his ringed fingers into his jacket pockets, lowering his voice to barely above a whisper. “And I was nothing.”

Gareth scratches at the upholstery with one finger, absorbing everything he’s just heard. “You know we never stopped looking up to you, right?” He gives a short laugh when Eddie’s eyes widen. “Yeah, man. Leaving Chicago so you could take care of Harris? Putting your kid before yourself? That’s pretty badass.”

Danny nods. “Ed, if there’s someone here to look up to, it’s you.” Both he and Eddie visibly relax. Shoulders drop from their hunched positions, thin lips unfurling into smiles. “No matter what you went through, you never gave up. Even if it almost killed us,” he adds wryly, referring to all of the sleep-deprived Corroded Coffin practices fueled by black coffee and pure adrenaline.

“No fancy diploma can teach us how to stand up for ourselves, or how not to take shit from people, or how to be a dad,” Jeff pipes up from where he’s standing. “We learn from you, man.”

Eddie’s cheeks burn at the compliments, unsure how to accept them. He’d walked in expecting to have to beg for forgiveness, and they were the ones reassuring him. It’s now or never, and he forges ahead while he still has the courage. “Do you…can we get the band back together?” Can we be friends again is the underlying plea, but it’s too vulnerable a statement to make. “We’ll keep it low-key, I promise. Work, family, anything comes up…we can cancel or reschedule. And I won’t be a dick about it.”

The three other men look at one another, nod and turn back to Eddie with smart grins and mischievous glimmers in their eyes.

“On one condition.” Gareth crosses his arms over his chest, smirking as he sinks back against the couch. “You tell us all about this ‘Ms. Sweetheart.’”

The Hideout, normally dingy and coated in a film of sticky ale, has been decked out for Will’s birthday party. Helium-filled balloons in every color bob along the low ceiling, vibrating with the thumping bass of the old sound system. Crepe paper streamers–purple, Will’s favorite color–sway gently with the air that rushes in from opening the door. This has to be Marshall’s handiwork, and it brings a smile to your face. If anyone deserves a partner who fawns over him, it’s Will.

You spot him surrounded by a group of people as the bartender slides a row of tequila shots across the bar and into their eager hands. While they’re distracted by alcohol, you take the opportunity to dart towards the backstage area.

Eddie’s there, digging around for his lucky pick. You wrap your arms around his waist, fingers pressed into the soft dough of his tummy.

“Hey, Rockstar,” you murmur against his neck, kissing just below his earlobe. 

He turns around, jaw dropping when he sees you in a maroon slip dress. The heels on your feet have you two inches taller than usual, and he has to shift where his gaze normally lands to meet your eyes.

“Fuckin’ Christ, baby,” Eddie practically growls, kissing you deeply. One hand presses against the small of your back while the other grabs the plush of your ass, kneading it in his palm. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy. How’m I gonna go out there and play with you looking like that?”

“I’ll make it worth your while.” You giggle when he offers up a bemused smile. “If you do a good job tonight, I’ll give you a reward.” You let your fingertips graze over the metal teeth of his pants zipper, feeling him twitch at your light touch. 

“You’re dangerous,” he winks, delivering another kiss; this time, he gives your lower lip a little bite when he pulls away. His kohl-rimmed eyes draw you in just as they did that first night you’d met, but now you dive into them without the fear of drowning. 

A tactful “ahem” from the now-open doorway startles both you and Eddie, having been floating in an embrace that’s equal parts comfort and desire.

“Sorry to interrupt the lovefest, but we’re on in five,” a man’s voice calls from the doorway. You turn around to see the other three Corroded Coffin members standing there, amusement evident in their expressions.

“You must be Ms. Sweetheart,” one of the guys, soft curls resting atop his head, pipes up. His tone is teasing, but not mocking; the nickname is said with admiration and affection. “I’m Gareth, by the way.” 

“Danny,” the one with tight, wiry curls offers, giving a small wave.

Jeff just shrugs. “You know me.”

Eddie grabs his guitar, slinging the strap across his body. His pants’ fly is tight, and he wills himself to calm down before it’s time to perform. He hasn’t worried about being hard on stage since he was nineteen, but thoughts of your bodies perfectly melding into each other has him subtly adjusting himself as he turns his back to his bandmates.

“See ya out there, baby,” he says before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. The brief contact between you has you biting your tongue in self-beration for suggesting that the band play tonight. All you want is to dance with him, allowing the steady flow of alcohol to dull your inhibitions as you pull him impossibly close. Not caring who sees or what they think. 

But this night isn’t about you or Eddie. It’s about Will, your TA-turned-friend who has kept you sane amidst your adorably chaotic students and their decidedly less adorable and more chaotic parents. He wanted Corroded Coffin to play his party, and that’s the least you could do for him. 

Will’s already teetering between tipsy and inebriated, breath tinged with the scent of tequila as he introduces you to his friends.

“This is my amazing boyfriend, Marshall.” He smacks a wet kiss to the man’s cheek. “And these are my friends from growing up: Dustin and Suzie, Lucas and Max, and Mike and Jane.” His face melts into a sappy grin as he leans on Marshall to hold him up. “You guys! We’re all in looooove!”

“Jesus Christ,” Dustin mutters, rolling his eyes and shaking his head before turning his attention back to you. “Can we get you something to drink?”

Will raises his empty glass. “I’ll take another–”

“Not you.”

You manage to sneak in a quick conversation with Max, Suzie, and Jane before Corroded Coffin starts their set. Max is finishing up her Masters in English literature at New York University, set to graduate in two months. Suzie programs for NASA, and though Florida is a far cry from her home state of Utah, she loves her job. And Jane is a social worker at a local adoption agency, the cause close to her heart, as she was adopted by Chief Hopper years ago.

“Damn,” you laugh, taking a small sip of your vodka soda. You’re having so much fun that you don’t even care that it’s been watered down. “You’re all such badasses!”

Your admiration of their collective girl power is cut short by the sound of Corroded Coffin taking the stage. It’s as though they’d never taken an extended break; just picked up right where they left off. You cheer so loudly that there’s a pinch in your throat, but you push past it. It’s more than applause. There’s so much tucked away in your yell: I’m proud of you; you’re a rockstar; you’re my person forever, if you’ll have me.

“Hello, Hawkins!” Eddie bellows into the mic. There’s no missing the grin on his face. He’s happy. He’s in his element. He’s where he belongs. 

“No way!” Lucas exclaims, awestruck as he turns to Will.

“Dude, you got Corroded Coffin?” Mike mirrors his friend’s excitement. He slings an arm around Will’s shoulder and pulls him in for a side hug. “This is fuckin’ awesome!”

“The first song of the night goes out to our guest of honor, Will Byers!” Everyone hoots and hollers as Eddie plays the opening chords to The Clash’s Should I Stay or Should I Go. Eddie told you he remembered that the song was one of Will’s favorites growing up; his older brother had gotten him into the band. Sure enough, Will’s bopping to the rhythm, singing every word, albeit quite off-key. 

Corroded Coffin plays a few more songs from their usual setlist, nerves dissipating with each note, before Eddie speaks into the mic again. 

“This next one is for my beautiful girlfriend,” he announces, eyes gazing into yours. “Baby, if my teachers looked like you, I actually would’ve gone to class.”

He nods at Gareth, who starts playing an incredibly complicated beat. As soon as you hear it, you feel your cheeks heat up. The rest of the guys join in on their own instruments, and Eddie oozes bravado as he sings. 

“T-Teacher stop that screamin’ Teacher don’t you see Don’t wanna be no uptown fool.”

Max leans in to you and whisper-shouts, “I’ve known Eddie for years, and I’ve never seen him so…happy.”

Lucas overhears his girlfriend and adds his two cents. “That’s because we’ve never seen him in love.”

Warmth spreads all over your body, but it’s not from embarrassment. Allowing yourself to believe that Eddie loves you—is in love with you—opens a door you’d deadbolted until the time was right.  You hadn’t wanted to rush things, but the jolt of exhilaration following Lucas’s statement means you can’t deny it any longer: you love Eddie Munson. You’re in love with Eddie Munson. 

“Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad I'm hot for teacher I've got it bad, so bad I'm hot for teacher.”

Will takes the opportunity to twirl you around, and you laugh as you spin amongst new friends, your drink threatening to spill over the sides as he turns you faster.

“Hey! Thank you, by the way!” he shouts, probably a bit louder than he needs to.

“For what?”

“For getting Corroded Coffin to play!” He jerks a thumb towards the stage, stumbling a bit as he does. He’d managed to sneak another tequila shot when his boyfriend left him unattended to use the restroom, and it definitely shows. “And for, like, being there for me.”

You give him a hug, immediately understanding the full implication of his statement. “I’ll always have your back,” you promise, filled with the mingled buzzes of alcohol and belonging.

“I think of all the education that I've missed But then my homework was never quite like this!”

Eddie jumps off of the tiny stage and into the crowd of nine twenty-somethings, each at various levels of tipsiness, and reaches for you to pull you close to him. He’s sweating from constantly moving around and the stage lights, his fingers slick with perspiration as he laces them with yours. Jeff picks up the rhythm for the lead guitar while Eddie kisses you, soft and slow and sensual. He loses himself for a moment before hopping back up to join the rest of the band.

As Corroded Coffin wraps up their Van Halen cover and stops for a quick sip of water, there’s a small commotion behind the bar.

“Is there a Jeff Reynolds here?” the bartender calls out, phone receiver in hand.

Jeff gives a little wave, eyebrows raised in surprise. “That’s me.”

“Someone named Jess on the line? Says your girl is in labor and you need to get to the hospital.”

“Holy shit!” Danny claps a hand to Jeff’s back and grins. “C’mon, man! Let’s get you outta here!” 

Jeff freezes up; hands clammy as he grips the guitar’s neck. “Can you drive?” he asks Eddie. 

Eddie recognizes the fear in his friend’s voice. The selfish part of him wants to refuse to take Jeff to Hawkins General. He could easily plant his feet on the stage and keep playing, claiming that ‘the show must go on.’

No, he silently chastises himself, Jeff needs me. He needs me and I’ll be damned if I let him down again. 

“Of course,” Eddie says, trying to force a relaxed disposition. It doesn’t matter; Jeff is too overwhelmed to notice the obvious effort. 

“Take my car,” you offer, keys already dangling from your fingertips. “Eds, I can take yours and pick up Harris from Wayne’s tomorrow.” It’s easier to swap rides than to uninstall and reinstall the carseat, so you’re perplexed when Eddie shakes his head. 

Two words slip through his lips, soft but pronounced: “Need you.” 

Dustin catches wind of the situation and insists on watching Harris until you and Eddie can come back home, claiming he needs to squeeze in as much uncle-nephew bonding time as possible before returning to Florida. 

“Henderson, it’s late; don’t let him stay up,” Eddie warns as he tosses over his car keys. 

Dustin tries catching them in one hand, but they hit the center of his palm and fall to the ground. “But the best part of being an uncle is breaking the rules!” he laughs as he scoops the keys off of the floor. “By the way, I’m not drunk; just a shit baseball player.” Still, Eddie’s sigh of relief is audible when Suzie plucks the keyring from Dustin’s hand. 

With Harris taken care of, you turn your attention to your boyfriend. Eddie’s face is flushed pale, and you’re worried about him behind the wheel. “Want me to drive?” 

He nods and grabs onto your hand as you lead the two men to your car. Eddie’s doing his best to keep Jeff calm, reminding him that the doctors and nurses have everything under control until he gets there. 

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Jeff murmurs, a disbelieving chuckle permeating the otherwise silent car. “Holy shit.”

Eddie can’t help but smile back. “It only gets crazier from here.”

The bright lights of the hospital’s waiting room are anything but soothing, especially compared to the dimly-lit bar you’d just left. You speak to the receptionist, an older woman with a tired smile and red-rouged cheeks, explaining the situation as she pages Jess while Jeff and Eddie take a seat. 

Jeff’s voice is nearly impossible to hear despite the stillness of the room. “The baby was breech at Viv’s last appointment.” He clocks Eddie’s confusion and elaborates. “Feet first, instead of the head. If they didn’t get into the right position and the doctors can’t, I dunno, flip ‘em around? They’ll have to do a c-section.” Long overdue tears spill over his lash line, and he makes no attempt to swipe them away. “I just wanna fix it and I can’t.”

Helplessness. It’s a feeling Eddie knows all too well. He spins a ring around his finger, exhaling softly as he considers a response. He can’t say it’ll be alright, because he has no idea whether or not it will be. He and Jeff both know that. 

“No matter what, I’m here for you.” Eddie’s gaze flits over to the receptionist’s desk, where Jess has now arrived and is waving her brother-in-law over. “You’re up.”

But Jeff remains in his chair, hands shoved under his thighs as though they’re glued to the seat. “I…I don’t know if I can do this. What if something happens to Viv or the baby? How can I…?” He doesn’t allow himself to complete the sentence, to finish the thought.

Instinctively, Eddie puts his hands on Jeff’s shoulders. He can feel them trembling slightly as his friend heaves another shaky breath. “Listen to me. You’re gonna do this. You’re gonna go in that room and watch your girl give birth to your baby. Because if you don’t, you’re gonna regret it for the rest of your fuckin’ life.” He glances around and lowers his voice. “I know you’re scared, okay? I get it. And once your kid is safely here, we can talk about it. But right now, you need to pull it together and go be a goddamn dad.”

Jeff nods, finally acquiring the physical stability to stand. “Thank you,” he whispers, clearing his throat and wiping the wet stains from his cheeks. He starts towards Jess before turning back to Eddie. “Could you stay until the baby’s born? If you have to get home to Harris, I understand…”

There it is: his out. He can easily use his son as an excuse, despite the fact that Dustin and Suzie were perfectly capable of babysitting him. He can hightail it out of here and never look back. He can crawl into bed and feel sorry for himself for having to step foot in a godforsaken maternity ward again.

“Yeah. I can stay.”

Nearly an hour passes with Eddie’s head resting on your shoulder, relaying what Jeff told him. Identical knots form in your stomachs as the seriousness of the complications sets in. You don’t say a word as he speaks; you just try to shift without disturbing him. The cushion on the chair back, worn thin, digs into you uncomfortably, but you don’t dare move too much. His vulnerability is a deer that will scamper away at the slightest startle.

You think he’s fallen asleep until you feel his soft lips on your cheek, a muffled, “mine?” against your skin. You note his phrasing; it’s careful and unsure, a symptom of being in his own head for far too long. 

“Of course I’m yours,” you whisper back, pressing a kiss to his scalp. “What’s got you asking such silly questions?”

“I don’t like this.” It’s an answer and non-answer all in one. 

“Being in a hospital?”

He shakes his head, frizzed curls tickling the crook of your neck. His forehead is sticky with cooled perspiration. “Waiting to see if the baby is okay.”

The realization hits you like a punch to the stomach, immediately hollowing you out. The last time he went through this, it was when Harris was being born. You can’t think of anything to say, so you just nuzzle in closer to him and exhale.

“Why do I feel like this?” Neither of you are sure if he’s asking you, himself, or the universe. “‘S not the same. Viv’s not using drugs; Jeff stuck around the whole time…”

“Doesn’t matter. That’s not how this stuff works, y’know?” You adjust your position so you can look into his eyes. The whites are stained red with worry and exhaustion. “Your gig got interrupted, just like when Harris was born. And there's uncertainty now, too. It’s normal for these kinds of memories to get dredged up.” Your palm rests on his cheek, thumb gently stroking the skin as you ask, “can you try to get some sleep?”

“But what if Jeff needs—”

“I’ll wake you up if he needs you,” you reassure him, settling back into the chair. You lean your head against the wall; the heaviness in your eyelids battles the anxious fluttering in your stomach, but it seems as though sleep is winning. 

Eddie’s hand finds your forearm, rubbing up and down the gooseflesh that has appeared courtesy of the air conditioning blasting through the building. Shrugging off his jacket and resting the leather fabric over your shoulders, he can relax once he’s reassured that you’re comfortable. He assumes his previous position, using your shoulder as a pillow and falling asleep gradually, body jostling itself awake from the unfamiliar sleeping arrangement. Eventually, you can hear his soft snores; for the first time tonight, he’s peaceful. 

You could tell him now, a whisper under your breath that he’s unlikely to hear. I love you, Eddie. I’m in love with you. Your lips part in anticipation, but you snap them shut. You’re delirious and overwhelmed; Lucas’s throwaway comment about Eddie being in love is rattling around your brain. If you say it and Eddie hears you…

You keep it to yourself for now, letting your body rest while still supporting Eddie’s head. Tomorrow is a new day, with a new life brought into the world. Love—if that’s even what this is—will have to wait until then. 

The soft pink of breaking daylight streams through the windows when Jeff wakes Eddie up six hours later, shaking him by the shoulders. 

“What the fuck?” Eddie grumbles, wiping the sleep from his eyes. When he registers where he is and the potential urgency of the situation, he sits up straight, head filling with fuzziness from the sudden movement. He wouldn’t call the evening restful, but he’d managed to doze off for longer than he’d expected.

“It’s a girl!” Jeff announces, beaming from ear to ear. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, bursting with enthusiasm and emotion. 

As soon as Eddie’s vision clears, he’s on his feet and pulling his best friend in for a giant hug. When he steps back, he realizes that he and Jeff sport matching misty eyes. “Dude, you’re officially a dad now. You have a daughter!”

“I have a daughter,” Jeff repeats incredulously. His eyes cloud with tears, and he blinks them away as he peers over at the empty seat next to Eddie. “Did your lady go home?”

Eddie swivels around, so caught up in the moment that he hadn’t realized he was alone. She left. She left without me; she didn’t want to stick around and deal with��

“Did Viv have the baby?” Your excited voice penetrates through his intrusive thoughts as you stroll in from the hallway. The makeup around your eyes is smudged; you’d tried to wipe some of it off in the bathroom, but water and thin hospital paper towels are no substitute for makeup wipes. “Sorry, I had to pee.”

Eddie smiles at the sight of you, still wearing his jacket. He hopes his sigh of relief is concealed by Jeff’s exuberance. “A girl. Six pounds, ten ounces.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Wanna meet her?”

“Of course!” You and Eddie begin following him down the corridor. “Wait, is Viv feeling up to having visitors?” You’re mildly ashamed to admit that, in your eagerness, you’d forgotten about the baby being breech and the possible c-section.

Jeff nods. “I think my daughter’s gonna be a gymnast, ‘cause she’d flipped herself back around between the appointment and last night.” 

There’s no masking Jeff’s pride when he says my daughter, and it makes Eddie want to hug him again. “That’s amazing,” he murmurs. There’s a small pang in his heart, a bead of resentment that Harris’s birth didn’t go so smoothly, but it’s unimportant right now. His best friend just became a father, and he refuses to let his own hang-ups take away from this moment. 

“Hi,” you whisper when Jeff opens the door to room 1007. Viv is propped up against pillows, exhausted but happier than she’s ever been before. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the hours-old bundle in her arms. “How are you?”

“Sore,” she replies truthfully, brushing her forefinger against her baby’s closed fist, “but the epidural was a lifesaver.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you tease, unaware that your words have Eddie’s heart skipping a beat at the idea of you bearing a little Munson. “Is it okay if I hold her?” You don’t want to intrude on the new mother’s bonding time, but your insides turn to mush when the baby opens her tiny lips and yawns. 

Viv carefully places the newborn in your arms, and you gingerly adjust to support her head. Eddie swears that you holding a baby, in that dress, wearing his jacket, is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. “Did Jeff tell you her name?” Viv asks, stifling a yawn. When you and Eddie both shake your heads, she smiles and glances at her partner. 

He clears his throat, suddenly bashful. Eddie forces himself to tear his gaze from the way you smile and coo at the baby and look over at Jeff. “Her name is Nicolette,” he starts, “but that’s a big name for a little girl, so we figured we can call her Ettie, and she’ll kinda…share a nickname with you.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide, convinced he heard incorrectly. “You…I’m her namesake?”

“Mhm,” Jeff confirms, the grin never leaving his face. What neither you nor Eddie know is that they had had a different name picked out, and had fully intended on using it until the first time Jeff held their daughter. It filled him with a feeling of wholeness, of being complete, and it strangely had him thinking of his best friend. Without Eddie taking him under his wing, he might not even be here to experience this. 

It was only by chance that he had stumbled upon Hellfire Club during his freshman year. He was running from Billy Hargrove and his posse, who were determined to beat the hell out of him simply because they could, and had ducked into the drama room to protect himself. Eddie had taken one look at his face and immediately recognized the expression of fear and defeat from being incessantly bullied. “You know how to play Dungeons & Dragons?” he’d asked, and when Jeff had managed a nod, he’d pulled up a chair and motioned for him to sit down.

Being Eddie’s friend, being part of something, gave him a reason to keep going. To live. And in that instant, he vowed to teach his child to extend kindness toward any misfits who need a place to be themselves.

“What about Nicolette?” he’d asked Viv. “Ettie for short.”

You turn to Eddie now, continuing the steady rocking rhythm that keeps Baby Ettie calm. “What do you say, Mr. Namesake? Wanna hold her?”

There’s a brief flash of panic that floods through his veins; he hasn’t held a newborn since Harris. He’d always worried about dropping him or tripping and falling. Truth be told, he was terrified until his son could hold his own head up.

It’s similar, but not the same, he reminds himself, shuffling even closer to you so you can safely transition Ettie into his arms. She stirs slightly in her swaddle but doesn’t cry.

“Hey, little lady,” he says, a delicate smile dancing on his lips. “I’m your Uncle Eddie. The coolest uncle you’ll ever have, for the record.”

“Harris is gonna love her,” you add, heart swelling at the imagery of him cuddling up to his newest cousin.

“Babe?” Viv pipes up from the bed. “Can you grab me something to eat? ‘M starving.” 

“Yeah, of course.” Jeff turns to Eddie. “Come with me? I think Viv needs to feed Ettie, anyway.”

Viv extends her arms and Eddie begrudgingly hands the baby to her. Ettie’s so adorable and small, and it makes him yearn for the days when Harris was that little. Maybe not the sleepless nights or the lack of head control, but the scent of baby powder, the toothless smiles, the way he would fall asleep in Eddie’s arms to whatever song happened to be on the radio. Harris Munson might have been the only infant to be soothed by Twisted Sister. 

The two men make their way to the hospital cafeteria, sneakers squeaking along the freshly-waxed linoleum tiles.

“I, um, I’m really proud of the way you stepped up for Viv,” Eddie says, eyes trained on the floor. “You’re a great partner. I feel like I should be taking notes.”

Jeff laughs, shaking his head. “That's where my expertise ends. I have no idea how this whole fatherhood thing works.” 

“Wanna hear a secret?” Eddie leans in, shifting his weight onto one foot. He doesn’t wait for his friend’s response to divulge, “none of us do. We’re just…” he waves his hand aimlessly, “…figuring it out as we go.” And making plenty of mistakes along the way, he silently adds.

“I don’t know how you did this alone,” Jeff puffs out an incredulous breath. “I mean, I know you had Wayne’s help…” he trails off, not needing to further elaborate on the missing parent. 

“Yeah, me either, man. I’m just glad I’m not alone anymore.” 

Jeff stops walking, turning to face him. There’s the unmistakable look of pride that manages to make itself prominent despite his evident exhaustion as he says, “You really want this with her, don’t you?”

“Yeah, man,” Eddie chuckles. “It’s like, for the first time, I’m not just thinking about just me or just Harris. I’m thinking about us as a family.” The dinnertime conversations, the gentle ribbings, the tenderness that seamlessly weaves itself into vulnerable conversations. 

“She’s good for you,” Jeff agrees. “And you love her.”

“I mean, I—”

“That was a statement, not a question. You love her.”

And in a single breath, Eddie lets go of the fear he’s been clutching to like a life preserver. The one thing he hasn’t allowed himself to say aloud because it makes it so real, so fucking real.

“I love her.”

--

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DCxDP MULTIS [AO3]

Super Strength Shenanigans - 12.10.23* [AO3]

DCxDP - When Danny gets an internship in Gotham, concerned for his and his identity's safety they figure out he has super strength he can't control for human-standard fights. Shenanigans ensue.

Horror Movie Child!Danny AU - 12.18.23* [AO3]

DCxDP - Danny is adopted into the batfam having a coming of age movie, whilst the Batfam are going through Summer Horror Special.

Puppy!Danny AU - 12.28.23* [AO3]

DCxDP - Danny is Ace the Bathound AU! With Bonus Dan as Titus, Dani as Haley/Bitewing, and Jazz as Sparky and Dog. There have been multiple tags for this, so please be warned you WILL cry at part 3. Now with meme post. Any additional non-story posts will be under "phantom pups" tag on my main blog!

Preschool Teacher Danny AU - 02.18.24* [AO3}

JLxDP - Clark comes across a meta-teacher with a class of seemingly meta toddlers. He asks if there's any room for Jon. Not sure if I will continue on Tumblr or continue on AO3, or both. Will update when I decide--this will probably be mostly ongoing as Naynay gives me more stories of her gremlins!

Sunshine and Stardust - 02.16.24* [AO3]

YJxDP - Danny is a clone of Superman AU, but he's a failure, a test dummy. Amidst the days of pain and experimentation, he hears another clone is being made.

WITH AMAZING FANART by brainman1987

Villain!Jazz AU - 04.07.23* [AO3]

**Disclaimer, NOT Jazz centered and heavily DP leaning** After lots of thought this AU will be exclusively updated on AO3 from now on! Please subscribe to it on AO3 instead of following it here :)

“Jazz’s Errands, and Gotham’s Curse” - Chapter 10 Snippet and Podfic

Grunkle John AU - 06.24.24* [AO3]

JLxDP - Batman finds out that John Constantine is basically Danny Phantom(high level threat, ghost king)'s weird uncle. I tell you the story of how that came to be.

Why you should date Superboy, a powerpoint presentation by Red Robin (and Danny Phantom), extras brought to you by @ashleyreyland!

Mama Canary AU - 07.13.24* [AO3]

JLxDP - Suddenly de-aged Danny meet Black Canary and accidentally ghost-wails at her...except all it does is push her back a couple feet, and make her think he's the cutest lil' canary in the world. Eventual Dead On Main.

Murderbros AU - 11.07.24* [AO3]

DC - I explore the brotherly relationship between Damian and Jason, tracing all the way back to their days at the LoA. Damian POV, Catatonic?LoA!Jason.

Mechanic!Val AU - 10.30.24 [AO3]

DCxDP - Val’s pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord... mostly background Val/Steph, focus on Outsider POV Dead on Main. Val-centric.

Haunted Mansion AU - 11.04.24 [AO3]

DCxYJ - What it says on the tin---Dead tired, with background Dark Ages!

[stubz]

Goodbye

"Have a good summer Pollix! See you in September Zyz! Have fun in the Lakes of Nebula Ezshi!"

Today was the last day of the youngling centre and the first day of summer vacation. Although according to the Captain and his second in command it's the Galactic Solar Solstice. But Kim and Max preferred to call it summer.

Both humans walked around the centre saying goodbye and farewell to the younglings. Many of whom gave hugs or small gifts as a sign of thanks or respect in their respective culture and planet.

All but two children who stood away from the others. Looking not as happy as the others.

"Hey. Look." Max nudged his friend to the two kids.

"Ah...Sam and Dan." together the two walked towards them.

.

"Where's Kim and Max?"

"They're over there."

"What are they doing?"

"I think they're checking on Sam and Dan."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Look they're hugging. Maybe they're just sad that we won't see them for a long time."

"Probably. Lets play!"

..

"Teacher?"

"Yes Emira?"

"Why did you hug Sam and Danny longer than any of us?"

"Oh...because this is probably the last time I'll see them."

"Why??"

"Sam and Dan are leaving. They're going to a new school. One that's on Earth and we live in different parts of Earth so this is probably the last I'll see them."

"But your only supposed to have one teacher! They can't just leave!"

"Humans are different. We don't have one teacher all our school life. We have different teachers and can change schools."

"Even if you really like your teacher?"

"Even if you really like your teacher."

"Even if you really like your friends and classmates?"

"Even if you really like your friends and classmates. It's not always easy."

They stand in silence. Emira's feathers ruffling as she thinks.

"That must be sad." she finally says.

"It is. Sam and Dan tried to convince us to go work at the new school they'll be going to. They were pretty sad today too but we told them to remember the good memories we have-"

"No I mean for teachers."

"..."

"I know they were the first ones here. They love you a lot, Danny even called you both Mom and Dad before. And I know you both love them."

"...Your quite observant Emira. You know what that means?"

"I'm good at noticing things."

"Yeah. I don't have siblings like Kim and I'm actually not that much older than Sam. I'm the same age as their oldest brother...and to be honest they sometimes felt like my younger brothers."

"So you're going to miss them a lot?"

"Yes. Kim has done this before but this is my first time. Kinda sucks that its with kids I've known for over 3 years..."

"Do you want a hug?"

He nodded and the little avian hugged him.

...

"Max!"

"Hey Kim."

"I got something for you."

"Thanks...but my birthday isn't till next week?"

"Not from me, from Sam and Dan." she handed him the wrapped up gift.

He slowly opened it. It was light, like a feather, and was the size of a picture frame. It was a black screen.

"What is it?"

"Tap the screen."

He did and the screen lit up. Dozens of holographic pictures shot out from it. Most were from class field trips and events but were zoomed in on him and the two brothers. Some he doesn't remember Kim taking but he remembers the time the place.

"I got one too. It started out as a gift for the boys so they could remember us but then they and their parents wanted to return the favor so they made an extra two for us. Some of these are from the parents." she explained smiling at the biggest picture of the boys holding a sign saying 'Thank you for the memories, love Samuel and Daniel'

"..."

"I know I don't show it but I'm gonna miss them too. It does get easier with each time but you never stop missing the kid. Remember the kid I told you about, Penny?"

"The girl who gave you 3 stitches?"

"She was my first goodbye. She was at the preschool I first started at. Sweet, kind, a little ankle biter, but I really liked her. I had known her for 3 years when she left."

"...I'm really gonna miss them." he sighs, slumping towards his friend. She holds him in a side hug.

"I know buddy, me too...me too" they looked at the pictures in silence and if one of them let a tear fall then that was nobodies business but their own.

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 24/?

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I'm not too proud of this chapter. It feels a bit disjointed, but I needed certain things to happen to progress the story a bit. Sorry if it's not my usual standard of writing. Let me know what you think

Dick was with his siblings. They were playing with Mar’i. Soon, she would start school, and he was terrified of letting her go alone.

She was his baby; she was too young.

Tim came up to him, holding a cup of coffee. Dick frowned at his younger brother. Tim had the audacity to smirk and take a sip. His bags were prominent. The brothers stood next to each other in silence for a while. Dick watched as his little girl floated in the air and her aunts and uncles chased her.

“I found some footage of Jason close to the Canadian border.”

Dick straightened. He knew his younger brother was alive thanks to the present he had sent Alfred.

“He had a kid with him.”

Dick turned toward Tim, surprised.

“What,” he asked.

“Yeah, the kid was four or five, maybe six, but I doubt it. Barbara and I found the footage a while ago, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I haven’t found any more traces of them, but I think Jason crossed the border.”

Dick turned to Mar’i. Did she have a cousin?

Why was he feeling betrayed when he had kept Mar’i away from Jason?

“Give me a moment,” Dick said, walking away from Tim. He took out a phone and called Roy. He was surprised the man had picked up.

“What do you want, Grayson?”

“Does Jason have a kid,” he asked without preamble. He wanted to catch the other man off guard. A surprised person was most likely to tell the truth.

“I have no idea what you mean, Grayson.”

“Listen, if Jason has a kid with him, we deserve to know.”

“You don’t deserve to know shit about Jason. You guys abandoned him. How about you leave the man alone, and you and your whole family get therapy? I hear Dinah has some openings.”

Roy hung up, and Dick still hadn’t gotten his answer. How was Bruce going to take this? Should they even tell him without more evidence? What if Jason had a kid and left because he didn’t want the family around his child?

Mar’i’s laughter seemed to haunt him.

____

Danny pouted as Jason took pictures of him. He looked so cute with his little backbag.

“Daddy, are you done yet,” Danny whined.

“Almost, kiddo, just one more picture, please?”

It wasn’t fair for daddies to have puppy eyes.

It was Danny’s first day at school, and his dad was going overboard with the first-day pictures. Jazz couldn’t help but smile.

“We’re gonna be late,” Danny said. He didn’t care about being on time but wanted the torture to stop.

His dad had enrolled him in a school for gifted children. He would be taught in French and English. Danny knew he would hate it. Well, he would only have to deal with it for one semester, and then he could bow out of preschool.

Daddy drove him to school.

He suddenly felt nervous when he saw the building and all the kids entering.

“It’ll be fine, chum,” Jason told his son. He felt his little boy’s anxiety. “Do you want me to walk you to your classroom?”

Danny nodded. He took his daddy’s hand, and they walked into the building. Jason introduced himself to the teacher. She seemed nice.

“Okay, kiddo, you’re gonna be brave, right?”

Danny nodded. He had never been away from his dad. What if something bad happened?

“It’ll be fine, darling boy.”

His dad hugged him, “Now, go and have fun.”

Danny let go of his dad. He looked back one last time before entering the classroom. It was colorful. The five-year-old in him liked all the colors and toys. The sixteen-year-old in him cringed away from the noise. It was tough being two ages at once.

Danny sat by a girl with glasses and blonde hair.

“Bonjour, je m’appelle Sarah. Comment t’appelles-tu?”

“Sorry, I don’t speak French,” Danny said.

“Hi, I’m Sarah. What’s your name?”

“Danny,” he said. The girl smiled at him, showing that she had missing teeth. Oh, Ancients, were his teeth going to start falling out soon?

“Nice to meet you, Danny.”

Danny took a deep breath. If he would be here for the next few months, he might as well make a friend so he wouldn’t be lonely.

Danny smiled at the girl, “Nice to meet you, too.”

“Okay, class, let’s get to know each other,” the teacher suddenly said.

Danny sighed; it was going to be a long day.

____

Jason sighed.

It was going to be a long day. He didn’t know how dependent he had gotten on taking care of Danny.

Now that his little boy was gone, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He went back home and spent the day with Ellie.

He kept the phone close in case the school called.

He never imagined how long the day would be without Danny around. Is this what every parent had to deal with when their child went to school?

He knew school was good for Danny. It would help entertain him, and it would be easier to make friends. But, God, he was missing his little boy!

Ellie giggled at him as she threw her baby food on his face.

“Now, Ellie, we don’t waste food.”

The little girl gave a toothy grin. Jason couldn’t help but smile back.

“Maybe you should go out on a walk,” Jazz came and said suddenly.

“What, why?” He got another spoonful of baby food, and Ellie gladly bit into it. Her little teeth left marks on the spoon.

“You need to learn to deal with Danny being away. Maybe find a hobby to do. You’re not going to feel better staying indoors.”

“I’m fine,” Jason said. Ellie had finished her food.

Jazz rolled her eyes and took Ellie with her. Great, now what should he do?

He went outside and sat on the porch. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Jason picked it up before the second ring sounded.

“Hello,” he said, feeling scared. What if something had happened to Danny?

“Hey, Jay, it’s me.”

Jason felt himself relax at Roy’s voice.

“Hey, Roy, how you been?”

“Good, good,” Roy’s voice trailed off.

“Is something wrong? Is Lian okay?”

“Yeah, Lian is good. How are the kids?”

“Great, Danny started his first day of school today.”

“Oh, ouch, I remember Lian’s first day in preschool. It was tough.”

“I have a feeling you called for something,” Jason said after a moment of silence.

“Dick called me earlier,” Jason tensed again, “He asked me if you had a kid. I didn’t tell him anything.”

Jason sucked in a breath. Dick knew, which meant that Bruce would know soon. Would he have to move again? He didn’t want to lose his son!

Jazz came out with Ellie in her arms, frowning, “What’s wrong?”

“Do they know where I’m at?”

“From what I can tell, no. Look, I don’t think you should worry, but I had to tell you they knew about Danny.”

“Yeah, thanks, Roy. You’re a real one.”

“Take care, Jay. I’ll keep my ears to the ground.”

“What’s wrong,” Jazz asked. She sat by Jason; even Ellie looked concerned.

“My old family knows about Danny. What if they come and take him away from me?”

Jazz put her hand on Jason’s, “Hey, look at me. Neither Danny nor I will allow anyone to break up this little family. Besides, Raven has shielded us with spells; they won’t find us. And if they do, we’ll kick their butts.”

“Thanks, Jazz.”

They sat in silence, each contemplating the future.

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[losfacedevil]

Masterlist

The sole purpose of this is to look like I have my shit together but I digress, I do not. 

UPDATED  04/03/2024

* smut ! angst ~ fluff  Any dad works will most likely state it in the title!

~*~ Josh ~*~

Good Morning Dad The Music Is You (dad!Josh) Next Thing You Know ~ WIP **On Hiatus** For You * Reassurance ~ Piano Man ~ Tease * Dreams In Gold *

Meet Mr. Josh (Preschool Teacher AU)

~*~ Jake ~*~

Let Me Love You ~ Because You Loved Me ~ Book Worms ~ Burn * Guitar Lessons (Dad!Jake) ~ Quickie * Mile High * Last Night !

Angel Of Mine *

Crazy Train

Good Vibrations *

Sea Glass and Kisses ~

Chapter One ! Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three ~! Chapter Four ~! Chapter Five !

Dial Drunk !

~*~ Sammy ~*~

Overwhelmed ~ Stress Relief * That’s Dad To You ~ All Summer Long ~ Summer Love ~ First Dance ~ Little Bird (dad Sam) I Knew You Were Trouble ~!* Hungry Eyes * Jump Then Fall ~ Addicted * The Archer 

Earned It*

You Can’t Hurry Love ~

My Cherie Amor *

Sk8er Boi - WIP

A FARMERS MARKET SAM AU FIND ALL THINGS FARMERS MARKET HERE!

FIND ALL THINGS VAMP!SAM HERE

FIND ALL THINGS SAM AND LOVEY HERE

I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU

VALENTINES SERIES MASTERPOST

~*~ Danny ~*~

My Sunshine (Dad!Danny) Love You Goodbye !~* Anthing For You ~

Tattoos and Blow Jobs *

Love The One You’re With ~

Beautiful Things ~ (Danny x Sugar)

BLURB NIGHTS

Killjoy JMK&JTK Warming Up Hands Under Shirt JMK 

Talking Fondly in their Sleep JMK

Falling Asleep on their stomach JTK Personal Space Heater JTK I Wouldn’t Trade You DRW I Wouldn’t Trade You JTK How Are You So Comfy? SFK Flowers JMK Better JTK

Stealing Sweaters SFK

[starkandthewaynes]

Ghosts from the Past

   Chapter 1

 "Danny, we're going to be late, please put your shoes on!" Jazz all but whines to her even littler brother. Yeah, long story short, Danny told mom and dad he was Phantom, it did not go well, so clockwork de-aged Danny to be a four-year-old, again. The two had moved to Gotham, under Nightengale. So now they were Jasmine and, Danny Nightengale. Jazz was doing her clinical internship at Arkarhm Assylum, and Danny went to preschool. 

  "I don't wanna weave you." Danny whines, stomping his foot. "I know, Danny, but it's only until 4:30, then I'll pick you up and we can watch all the slasher movies you want." Jazz tries to bribe, but Danny just starts crying. "I want JJ!" He cries as Jazz sighs, forcing his shoes on his feet and his coat on. "Danny, there is no JJ." Jazz says as the little boy continues to cry as the two make their way into the hallway. "JJ!" Danny cries right as their neighbor from across the hall exits his apartment. "Danny I don't know who that is." Jazz says, trying to calm down the little boy. "Ah, little tyke upset?" Their neighbor asks, as Jazz nods as the three get on the elevator. "Yeah, he keeps crying for a JJ, but I don't know who that is, and I know all his friends from preschool and his teachers." Jazz says as their neighbor looks at Danny. "Danny?" He whispers as Danny looks at him. "JJ!" He giggles as Jazz looks at the neighbor. "Last time I saw you, you were four, that was 11 years ago, you should be 15, little tyke," Jason says, as Jazz's mind races. "You're his biological brother." She whispers as JJ looks up at her. "You're not the adopted mom." He says as Danny wiggles out of Jazz's arms. "Uppie!" He whines as JJ complies. "We're not going to go to preschool today." Jazz says, hitting the button for their floor. 

  "What the hel-heck happened?" JJ asks, as Jazz sighs, as Danny runs and grabs a book about space. "JJ wead to me?" Danny asks, as Jazz sighs. "Not right now, Danny, we have to tell JJ the truth." Jazz says as Danny shakes his head. "Uh-uh." Danny says, as he runs back to his room. "Danny!" Jazz says, as she stands up. "Danny he's your brother he deserves to know." Jazz says, as she sits in front of his door. "I wanna go home." He whispers as Jazz sighs. "Danny, you know why we can't do that." Jazz says as Danny opens his door, and hugs Jazz. Danny has such big feelings for a tiny little boy. "Now, are you ready to go and tell JJ what happened?" Jazz asks, as Danny nods. "Do you want me to tell him or you?" Jazz asks, as Danny taps her. "Okay, I can do that." She whispers, picking him up and going back to the living room. 

 "So sorry about that JJ, Danny here, has quite big emotions." Jazz says as JJ nods as the two sit in the arm chair across from him. "My name is Jazz Nightengale, you of course know Danny. But what you don't know is, our, my, parents, hunt ghosts. And their crowning achievement was opening a portal into their demintions known as the Ghost Zone. Well, it didn't work, so Danny very stupidly," Jazz says pointedly as Danny's face blushes. "Took a look inside and turned the portal on, turning him into a half ghost." Jazz says, gauging JJ's reaction to the news. He seemed to be handling it well enough.

"But your parents." He says as she sighs and nods. "But my parents are ghost hunters, and so when Danny, after a year of being the town's only hero against the other ghosts, he finally told them. And it did not go well. They called in the GIW; Ghost Investigation Ward, or Guys in White, they um, they're the government's ghost hunters. So the god of time, de-aged Danny, and set us up here, in Gotham." Jazz finishes and Danny peaks his head out of Jazz's neck. "JJ?" Danny asks, as JJ smiles and ruffles his hair.

"You, my little brother, will never have to worry about this GIW, ever again, your big brother's gonna make sure of it." JJ says, as Danny smiles, looking up at Jazz, who frowns. "Jazz?" Danny asks, as Jazz looks to JJ. "JJ, you can't promise us that, not when Danny's existence is illegal." Jazz says as JJ stares at her. "Jazz, you told me your guys' secret, so I'm going to tell you mine. When I was about 12 years old, I was pseudo adopted by Bruce Wayne, and became Robin to Batman, his second Robin. When I was 15 years old, the uh, Joker, he used my mother, to get me into a warehouse by myself to save her. He ended up killing me. A woman by the name of Tailia al Ghoul took my body and dumped me into a Lazerous Pit, bringing me back to life. I became RedHood." JJ says as Danny gasps. "I wove WedHood!" Danny says, jumping up and down. "You, you do?" JJ asks, as Jazz smiles. "Yeah, WedHood is so cool, he kicks the bad guys asses!" Danny shouts making Jazz blush and JJ laugh. "Danny." Jazz scolds. "He does." Danny says with a shrug.

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[phantoms-world-and-more]

Preschool teacher au

Danny sometimes slips into teacher mode around the league. Sometimes he'll clap and go "1 2 3 eyes on me" when he gets to speak in meetings. This time around he clarifies that he's a preschool teacher. The league is now picturing Danny's class as eldritch beings. Danny doesn't have his civilian life or identity in the league's database since Phantom's a ghost so it's easy for him to hide. A few also think Phantom is haunting a preschool and thinking the school was potentially built on Phantom's grave

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[hearts-hunger]

Stay at home Danny is actually my dream man. Imagine him on the school run, or making brownies for a bake sale

“put your shoes on, bud. we're gonna be late.”

danny dropped his first-grader's sneakers unceremoniously on the couch, holding his phone between his his shoulder and his ear as he waited for sam to pick up. his daughter tugged on the hem of his sweater to get his attention as he made his way back to the kitchen.

“what is it, baby?” he asked, taking the sheet of paper she was holding up to him.

“i made it for you yesterday, daddy,” she said proudly. she'd written her name on the top in the adorable scrawl of a preschooler, and danny looked over what he guessed was a drawing of a flower garden with a smile on his face.

“how beautiful!” he praised. “thank you for making it for me, sweetheart.”

he was sticking it to the fridge with a bright green magnet when sam finally picked up the phone.

“daniel, this better be important,” sam said blearily. “what the hell time is it?”

“seven-thirty,” danny said.

“oh, right. i forgot you have munchkins who go to school at dawn.”

danny huffed a laugh. “did you also forget you were making vegan brownies for their bake sale today?”

danny thought he heard sam smack his forehead.

“oh, shit!” he said, apologetic. “i totally forgot! do i still have time?”

danny took stock of the situation. he'd been planning on saran-wrapping the brownies he made while the kids finished getting ready, but after a mishap with a bowl of cheerios and a lost hair bow, he had to admit he was running behind too.

“if you want to head over while i run the kids to school, we can bake them over here,” he told sam. “i still have to wrap mine up, and we can drop them off when we're done.”

“i'll be over there asap,” sam promised. “tell the kiddos uncle sammy's sorry he's so forgetful.”

danny smiled. “i will. see you in a few.”

he hung up and put his phone in his pocket, taking the brush and that sneaky hairbow he'd found under one of the couch cushions after several minutes of dedicated searching. “come get your hair done, little girl.”

his daughter skipped over and stood in front of him, humming a little tune while danny brushed and braided her hair. she hopped from one foot to the other as she sang.

“you sure are wiggly this morning,” danny teased.

she giggled. “i'm doing uncle joshy's dance moves, daddy.”

“oh, of course,” danny said sagely. he smiled to himself as he thought of josh dancing like that on stage.

when he was finished with her hair, he let her scamper off to get in a few more minutes of dance practice. he found his son still on the couch, near tears as he tried to tie his shoelaces.

“hey, buddy,” he said consolingly, hunkering down to be at the little boy's level. “what's going on?”

“i can't do it, daddy. i'm sorry we're gonna be late because of me.”

danny gave a soft, sympathetic chuckle. “we're not gonna be late because of you, buddy. i was only teasing earlier. you don't have anything to be sorry for.”

the little boy swiped at his tears. “but i can't get my laces tied.”

“well, that's an easy fix. would you like me to help you?”

he nodded eagerly. “please.”

danny tied his son's shoelaces and brushed away his tears. “good?”

he leaned into danny's touch, and danny felt his heart tilt. “good.”

when each backpack was zipped up and every last-minute task was completed, danny buckled his kiddos into their car seats and headed for school. they requested the weight of dreams for the ride, to hear “uncle jakey's super most coolest solo,” and asked danny for the zillionth time to tell them tour stories. he'd watered them down quite a bit, trying to make them appropriate for his little ones, but they mostly just wanted to hear about their dad and their uncles goofing off together.

at school, he sent them off with a kiss and a double-check that they had everything they needed.

“tell your teacher i'm bringing the stuff for the bake sale later,” he said to his son, keeping steady when his daughter barreled into his leg for one last hug.

“is uncle sammy bringing his vegan ones too?”

danny's smile was wry. “yeah, if he ever gets out of bed.”

he ruffled his son's hair and fixed his daughter's already crooked bow.

“i love you two,” he called after them.

they each gave him one last smile as they went through the doors.

“love you too, daddy!”

[imekitty]

Star Error X

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Star investigates Danny’s glowing freckles.

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Star wasn't exactly sure where she was leading Foley. Just somewhere isolated, some place where no other students would be around to see her hanging out with this dork.

But students were everywhere. Outside, behind the school, various cliques of teens had claimed just about every spot. At last, Star settled on the least populated area she could find. She dragged Foley to an empty bench around the side of the school.

A couple of kids gave them curious glances as they sat together. Star closed her eyes and breathed in, throwing her shoulders back and composing herself.

This would all pay off eventually. All she had to do was prove that Fenton's freckles glowed and then the A-List would at last believe her and realize that no, she definitely did not have any feelings for that freak and of course never would.

She opened her eyes and smiled coquettishly at Foley, turning her body toward him. "I was really hoping we could find a place where we could be alone, but this will have to do."

"How alone?" asked Foley, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Because I'm sure we could find an empty classroom if we—"

"Ah, ah." Star pressed a finger to his lips, her smile twitching as she remembered the last time she tried using an empty classroom to talk to Fenton. "I like the autumn air, don't you? So crisp. A little romantic."

"Uh." Foley nodded. "Yeah. A little." He cleared his throat. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Star decided to cut right to the chase. "You've known Fen—I mean, Danny—a long time, right?"

"Yeah," said Foley. "Since preschool. We both liked playing with the rocketships and we started fighting over the same one. Then the teacher made us share and we've been buds ever since."

"Aw, that's adorable," said Star. "Danny really likes space and astronomy, doesn't he?"

"Oh, he loves it. That was all he ever wanted to play when we were kids, rocket trips to the moon. We'd set up a whole space station in his room." Foley made a face. "But then his sister would always come in and try to make us play school instead."

"So he's just always been into space?" asked Star, not wanting to get off topic.

"For sure. He's been dreaming of becoming an astronaut for as long as I've known him."

"That is just so precious." Star raised the pitch of her voice. "And don't you think it's even more precious the way his freckles light up whenever he talks about it?"

Foley's mouth closed, his lips thinning.

"Oh, come on," said Star. "I already know about his freckles. I've seen them glow twice now. You don't need to pretend it's not true."

Foley chewed the inside of his cheek and rubbed his neck, pushing on the back of his cap so it fell down his forehead a short distance.

"He's confirmed it for me himself," said Star. "He even told me that it happens anytime he gets excited, not just when he talks about stars and space."

Foley's eyes crinkled with mirth. "I'll never forget this one time when Paulina walked by in the hall wearing this tight low-cut shirt that really pushed up her boobs. Danny's whole face turned red with these little glowing specks all over. He threw a jacket over his head and ran away so fast."

"I think I know exactly what shirt you're talking about."

"He looked just like a planetarium!"

"So you admit it's true? His freckles do glow sometimes."

Foley sighed and readjusted his cap. "I guess there's no use denying it now."

"So do you know why it happens?" asked Star. "I mean, apart from him getting excited. Like, what is it that makes them glow?"

Foley hesitated. "I don't think Danny would want me talking to you about this."

"But I've just gotta know," said Star. "I mean, can you blame me for being curious?"

Foley grumbled something under his breath.

"I've heard rumors that his parents experiment on him," said Star. "Is that true? Is that why his freckles glow, because his parents infused him with weird freaky ghost plasma as part of an experiment or something?"

"His neighbors certainly seem to think that's the case," said Foley. "They even got CPS to come out a couple times."

Star blinked, frowning. "Really?"

"But they found nothing," said Foley quickly. "Because Danny's parents are not experimenting on him."

"So then why do his freckles glow?" asked Star.

Foley slumped and ducked his head.

"Come on," said Star. "You're his best friend. You know the reason, don't you?"

"Uh, well—"

"You do. Don't say you don't. You do."

"But I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"I really shouldn't be talking to you about this. I've already said way too much."

Foley tried to stand, but Star forced him back down on the bench by pushing on his thigh.

"Wait, don't go," said Star. "Please, just tell me. I just want to know why it happens, that's it."

"You know I can't trust you, Star," said Foley, suddenly sounding bitter. "Not after what you did to Danny."

"Oh, that?" Star huffed dismissively. "It was just a harmless prank."

"Not to Danny," said Foley. "Why do you think you deserve to know anything about Danny after that?"

Star suppressed an eye roll. He was really going to make her bring out the big guns, wasn't he?

"Tucker, please…" Star leaned in close to him, pressing her thigh against his, dancing her fingers up his shirt to his collar. "It was all in good fun, I promise."

Foley's eyes were wide under his glasses, and she could see a red blush coloring his dark complexion.

"Please just tell me." Star lowered her voice, almost whispering in his ear. "I really, really want to know."

She looked at only his mouth now, a technique she knew always drove boys wild. She then leaned in closer, drawing her lips into a cute pucker.

"Star?" called a voice behind her. No, not just any voice. Fenton's voice.

Star jumped up and turned to face Fenton, who was holding a large bouquet of bright orange flowers. Foley stayed seated on the bench.

"Fenton! What are you doing here? I thought you were in detention!" squeaked Star.

"I was, but I simply couldn't stop thinking about you, my darling," said Fenton. "So as soon as Mr. Lancer allowed me to leave, I went out looking for you. But I never thought I'd find you here, my own girlfriend cheating on me with my best friend."

A crowd of students started forming around them as Fenton made a big show of pretending to cry into the crook of his arm. Star's face burned.

"Fenton, what are you doing?" she demanded under her breath.

"I just can't believe after we declared our undying love for each other that you would betray me like this," said Fenton with an exaggerated sniffle.

The students started whispering. Star could feel sweat forming behind her ears. She caught Foley fighting to hold back a smirk.

"We didn't even get to have our first kiss yet," wailed Fenton, his eyes dry. "And I was practicing so very hard for you on all those dolls and pillows, because I wanted our first kiss to be magical and perfect."

A few girls gasped and cooed with pity. Star looked around at the crowd and held up her hands.

"This isn't what it looks like," she insisted, smiling sheepishly. "Can everyone just leave so my—uh—boyfriend and I can talk alone?"

"Oh, I was a fool for thinking a beautiful girl like you could ever really love someone like me," cried Fenton. "I just so wanted to believe you when you looked into my eyes and said that we were meant to be."

Star was frozen in place, her muscles all locked up as Fenton continued his extravagant display of mock despair. The students began to whisper and murmur louder, the guys looking amused while the girls pouted and sighed over how very tragic this was. Several students were holding cell phones in their hands as they recorded the drama.

"Fenton," she hissed through tightly clenched teeth.

"You won't even call me by my first name," moaned Fenton. "We've been dating for nearly two days now and you still won't call me Danny."

"Knock it off." Star's hiss lowered to a harsh whisper.

"Tucker, my best friend, you have also betrayed me so," said Fenton dramatically.

"Bro, I would never," said Foley just as dramatically, getting to his feet off the bench. "Star was the one who tried to kiss me, and I cannot help that I am such a manly stud."

Star turned fierce eyes on Foley, but he ignored her, looking only at Fenton.

"Oh, that you are, Tucker. How could I possibly hold that against you?" Fenton wiped away fake tears. "I simply must forgive you."

The students were all glaring at Star now. Star's entire body was on fire as her fists clenched. She looked from one boy to the other, unsure who she wanted to punch more, her voice high and shrill as she tried to find the right words. "Fenton—Foley—"

"It seems I have no choice," said Fenton, all choked up. "This is the end of us. I must break up with you right here and right now, my beloved Star."

The crowd of students collectively gasped. Star's fists were now clenched very tight as she focused on Fenton, blotting out all the other students' judging faces.

"No one breaks up with me, Fenton," Star growled.

"I just did," said Fenton, the lower half of his face solemn while his eyes sparkled with smug amusement. "But I still want you to have these."

He approached her and thrust the bouquet of orange flowers into her arms. Star blinked as she clutched them to her chest.

"A parting gift, a token of my love," said Fenton. "I picked them out especially for you because I know orange is your favorite color."

Star stared at the bouquet, its aroma sweet and fragrant. The attached tag read Golden Roses.

Plenty of boys had given her flowers in the past, but no one had ever given her a full bouquet of her favorite color.

She had no idea orange roses even existed, and they were absolutely gorgeous.

She raised her eyes. "Fenton—"

"My heart is too broken to stay a moment longer," said Fenton. "Goodbye forever, my dear Star."

Fenton dashed away with dramatic flair, breaking through the crowd of students. Foley followed after him, not even giving Star a second glance.

And then the whispers erupted. Star raised the bouquet to cover her face as she listened to every word.

Danny Fenton just caught Star Rainsdon cheating on him!

Star Rainsdon was just dumped! In front of the whole school!

Star was dumped! The popular girl dumped by a geek! Can you believe it?

And Danny was so nice to her. He even gave her flowers! So romantic.

Did you know he was practicing for their first kiss because he wanted it to be perfect? Why can't all boys be that considerate?

Star must have no heart, no soul to treat Danny like that. How cruel.

Star was dumped! Star was dumped by Danny Fenton, of all people!

Star tore out of there, crashing and bumping through the crowd, running far away from everyone, the whole school. She stopped when she reached the street corner, panting.

It wasn't until she heard the faint chiming of the school bell signaling the end of lunch that she realized she was still holding the roses in her arms.

Part 11

[shamelesslymkp]

REC: bloggerspam - Special Snowflake Class

URL: https://ift.tt/M2PB4Ni by @memetic-trigger-hazard Preschool Teacher Danny Fenton just wanted to have a quiet field trip as a Metropolis Art Museum with his slightly liminal toddler students. What he got was being caught red-handed by one of the museum goers flying to bring down one of his floating children, and just as he's contemplating bribery and possible time-manipulation, the man floats towards him. "Excuse me? Do you have any spare class spots? My wife and I are looking for a day care for our son." The man says, presenting a business card that says Clark Kent, Daily Planet Reporter on it. Cross-posted from a Tumblr prompt. (Words: 5,841) !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:danny.phantom, +fandom:superman.-.all.media.types, ::rating:general.audiences, ~author:bloggerspam, character:danny.fenton, character:clark.kent, character:jonathan."jon".kent.(superman.&.lois.tv.2021), character:jazz.fenton, character:star.(danny.phantom), character:wesley."wes".weston.(danny.phantom), character:paulina.sanchez, relationship:clark.kent/lois.lane, ::category:gen, \no.archive.warnings.apply, ~ao3:preschool.teacher.danny.fenton

[bloggerspam]

WIP tag game

Prompt: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

My darling daughter @ashspecter tagged me, so here it goes:

Villain Jazz AU

Mama Canary AU

Teen Titans and the Lost Boy

Preschool Teacher Danny AU

Grunkle John AU

All of them are DPxDC, and more info can be found on my Masterlist

A lot of the people I wanted to tag are already tagged so uhm. only three. feel free to ignore!

@deathlysilent13 @clockwayswrites @virgamsysxvolumes